But nothing that could be used to identify me if someone came across it.My little voyeur den was complete.Our school has PE for the girls around 12:30... pm, so I got together with my friends, and told them what I had done. Our parents all worked regularly, so we would normally just walk to school and back. So if we skipped school, they would be none the wiser.We planned to all go into the building before any of the employees arrived, and hide in the voyeur den. There we would simply hang-out. I was so damn mad and at the same time so stunned I didn't say a word I just sat there and quietly cried. My friend told me she had heard about them through another of her friends in the band and needed to find out. She also told me that his newest conquest had also just given him her virginity. He had been dating her for almost seven months.The next night he came to the house to pick me up and I unloaded on him but right in the middle of my tirade he shrugged and said, "Well I was through with. I mean, that's a model. Posing. With arms.' I grinned.Carl's face brightened. "Right. Now, suppose this is a gallery, not my studio. Suppose it's Sunday afternoon and the gallery is open and people come in.'"Well, you mean, she just sits there? She's going to move, look around... breathe, for Christ's sake. You call that art? And, how can you sell it?'He chuckled. Carl is as skeptical as I am about the division between art and showmanship and bullshit. He's a fine sculptor, and a good showman. He'd watch her as she caught her lower lip in her teeth as she concentrated, her head tilted slightly down, her blond hair framing her beautiful face, blue eyes fixed on making his tie just right. Then she'd look up, and in heels they were about eye to eye, and he'd see the love in her eyes. He'd put his hands on her slim hips and draw her to him and her arms would go around his neck and they'd kiss. He loved her kisses.He saw himself in the mirror; tie still a mess, arms stretched out as if.